Twice Ot9 Novels & Stories

Secretly married for two years to a man the rest of Dublin fears. A child wasn’t in the equation. I open the box with fingers that keep trembling. I follow the instructions like they're an experimental protocol—timer on my phone, exactly three minutes, binary result: yes or no. When the two pink lines appear in the plastic window, the world stops spinning. I sit on the cold bathroom floor for a time I can’t measure, staring at those two lines as if they might change under enough observation. They don’t. Two lines. Unequivocal. Rewriting every variable of my life in a single second.

She hadn’t realized the weight of that look, not until the world captured it and gave it a meaning. A knock pulled her from her thoughts. Onaara stepped in, her expression already thunderous. “You’ve seen it,” Onaara said flatly. “I have,” Celeste replied, still with that amused little curve of her lips. Onaara, however, wasn’t in the mood for humor. She marched to the bed, snatched the phone from Celeste’s hand, and glared at the image as though she could burn it off the screen. “This is dangerous. They’re twisting stories, baiting the public, stirring up attention you don’t need.”

James's POV Article Ten, Clause Three read clearly: Upon execution, the engagement between both parties is immediately dissolved. My signature sat directly beneath it. My blood went cold. "Leticia... knew?" I looked up, my voice trembling. "Miss Buono was fully aware," Lucas said. "One month ago, she asked me to witness the agreement. She told me herself: 'This is the ninth time. I will not look back again.'" The chapel erupted. Elders whispered, family members stared, and the room seemed to tilt around me.

Biting his lip, Justin clenched his hand into the sheet and closed his eyes. Nothing had ever been so exquisite or so arousing to Ean as Justin's unique taste and smell; it was deep and masculine and reminded him vaguely of autumn-leaves. He pushed his tongue against the ring with the tip of his tongue for an even deeper taste, but found it was still too tight.

Sandro put the gun to his own temple and pulled the trigger. Click. An empty chamber. He pushed the gun toward Isak, a taunting smile on his face. "Your turn." Isak's hand was shaking. He picked up the gun, hesitating before pulling the trigger. Click. Another empty chamber. The second round, third, fourth… all empty. With the crowd jeering, Isak was losing his grip. On the fifth round, Sandro looked relaxed. "Two chances left. You sure you want to keep going?" Isak took a deep breath, said nothing, and raised the gun to his own temple.

“OMG! I was right, you have a crush going on there, “And Oh!!” He drew in a fresh breath and exchanged stoic facial expressions with Brian. “Don't tell me it is…..”

Someone with more power than even the council had known. And just before midnight, a single encrypted message was sent from an untraceable terminal. Target compromised. Initiate Phase II.

I looked like something packaged for someone else’s pleasure and I immediately felt sick. They took me to a room where the air was thick with cologne and cigar smoke. A man sat at the head of the table, surrounded by others who looked equally vile. He turned when he saw me and laughed. "She’s perfect." He stood, walked around me slowly like I was a horse he was about to bet on. "Bring the TM." The words made no sense. I turned to the woman beside me, confused. "What’s a TM?" She didn’t answer. A man entered carrying a metal rod, the end glowing hot. I caught the letters—TM and a code 1245.

she added, causing me to release Ana at Xenno's words. Then I told her that I had planned all of this, but the twins were frowning because they wanted to close the deal. So I told them that I needed their services as business partners, causing them to stand up and give me the documents to sign. The twins were overjoyed because it was their first time closing a deal, so I invited them to visit beautiful places in Italy.

A picture perfect man–Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, and face that should only belong to a god. “Mate! Mate! Mate!” Astra purred repeatedly within me, wagging her tail in delight. Our eyes locked and everything around me disappeared–the voices, the people, the wind, absolutely everything, and all that remained was just eyes. His eyes flashed grey, a sign that his wolf recognized me as his mate. My fingers instinctively tightened around the bouquet. I can’t believe this was happening! And of all days, today! I’m sure this was all my mother’s doing. She has somehow been able to get the moon goddess to let me find my mate on the same day I turn eighteen.